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Does anyone remember last summer when I was addicted to Dawson's Creek re-runs? I fell off the wagon last winter when I was in California for a couple weeks. I wouldn’t do anything or go anywhere until I got my fix. I've noticed it's still on but I've outgrown my crush on Katie Holmes, probably because she's into Scientology now. Call me crazy but belonging to a freaky cult is a major turn off. Fortunately Bob Barker and The Price is Right is around to fill the hole in my late morning tv watching schedule. Has anyone beside me ever wondered just how hard it is to spin that giant wheel?